Sunday, May 17, 2015

THE YARDS      [Stefanie Bennett]
Hubris has its own analytical
Empty hammock
That commands
A regency affair –,
Impeccable lawn
And hedge height –,
In-ground pond
And systematic lolly-water
Nightshade salad greens
And what-nots...
Sipping an imagined
Rose’, humbuggery’s
Is a cane-toad gnome
That croaks
A recreated
Folksy rumour
As poverty’s daylight
The fringes...
The soak-holes.

my ego would like to believe   i got an email from an old girlfriend yesterday   she told me how she stumbled upon my ...